Her breath deepened; she sighed against every touch, and her body liquefied around him. Thrusting in deep, he rubbed the pads of his fingertips against her G-spot. With a loud gasp, her eyes went huge, and moisture flooded his fingers.
He chuckled and withdrew his fingers, and she made unhappy noises. Greedy woman. She wasn't used to a man stopping once he started. Now this is fun!
Leaving her bound to the pole, he approached a candle sitting along the stone ledge that ran across the middle of the room. He took the white pure paraffin wax candle and turned back to her.
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. Stopping in front of her, he held the candle up to show her the wax pooled within. “Wax decorates a body so beautifully, and I enjoy seeing it on a woman's breasts."
That pretty gaze of hers stayed trained on the candle before she shut her eyes tight. “Rose."
Taking reflection of her, he lowered the candle, and once she opened her eyes, the worry of the unknown raged hard in their depths, changing the crystal blue to almost navy in color. “You're afraid.” He said it more of a statement than a question, and she didn't reply.
He skimmed his fingers down the middle of her chest, circled one of her hardened nipples that awaited him, and sensed the tension in her muscles. But how this little lady burned with lust and trembled against his touch.
"The fear is caused from the lack of control in the situation.” She released a lovely sigh as he continued to swirl the taut knot. “Remember, you have the power to stop this scene with your hard-limit safe word. Push past your need to bolt."
He gave her nipple a squeeze, and she gasped. “I'd like you try this once because I believe you'll enjoy it.” He slid his knuckles over the swell of her breast. “This candle burns at a very low temperature. It'll be nice and warm. No pain.” He playfully traced her creamy flesh. “If you don't enjoy the feel of the wax, we can move on. Yes?"
Her lips parted, but then she closed them, and took a deep breath through her nose. She finally said, “Yes, Sir."
"Excellent.” He placed the candle on the floor, approached the tray, and grabbed the black blindfold. “I'm covering your eyes for no other reason than for your safety. Wax and eyes don't mix."
"Yes, Sir."
He placed the blindfold over her head and settled it into place, and then picked up the candle. Lifting the candle to her shoulder, he tilted it ever so slightly to allow a drop of the wax to land on her skin.
She inhaled a sharp breath, yet didn't pull her safe word, and the eager shakes of her body begged for more.
Moving the candle toward her breast, he then poured wax over her nipple. She groaned, a seductive sound of pleasure, and his groin tightened. He craved to hear it again.
He lowered his free hand to her pussy, slid his fingers into her slick heat, and pumped them. Then, he poured more wax onto the other nipple, and kept on pouring.
Nothing looked more beautiful than her shaking against the binds, her head thrown back, and the shouts that sang from her throat.
Leaving his fingers in her warm, wet space, he blew out the candle and tossed it to the floor. “Very good, Bella.” He removed her blindfold. “You trusted me and pushed past your fear. That pleases me.” He grabbed her waist and finger fucked her, hard and fast.
Her screams—mixed from her reaction to the wax and the force of his hard thrusts—drifted across him. Convulsions gave her pleasure away. But he had no intention of giving her what she sought. The moment her tremors increased, he withdrew his hand.
She jerked her head up and her eyes narrowed on him at his refusal of her climax. Yet, like a good girl she stayed quiet when he suspected she craved to order him to continue.
Progress.
Turning away from her, he grabbed the flogger off the tray. The cool leather was perfect in his hand. Once he approached her again, her cheeks were now flushed, but her features went blank as her gaze landed on the flogger.
He raised the flogger, her eyes went huge, and she sputtered, “R-rose."
Three times now she'd used her soft-limit safe word. He understood her nervousness thus far was all about her keeping control. Her issue wasn't her fear, but her inability to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. Even if she didn't realize it, she was topping from the bottom, which was why he focused on reassuring her instead of reprimanding her for throwing out a safe word so quickly, but his tolerance now faded.
"While I don't mind that you're unsure about this, I do mind you overusing the power of words. If you say the safe word again, and if I don't believe you're honestly afraid, we'll be done."
She blinked. Her mouth dropped open before she whispered, “Forever, Sir?"
"You need to trust me.” He tucked the flogger under his arm and stared at this beauty of a woman, making a statement of his own that he, not she, was in control. “Right now, you only trust your safe word."
He brushed his finger over her cheek, and he enjoyed when she leaned into his touch. “I won't hurt you, Bella, beyond what you can take. You've set out your limits in the questionnaire we did together. But you must trust me."
Her blink came again, and she stared at him with a vacant expression. “Okay, Sir."
He smiled. “The ‘Sir’ is coming easier for you now. That's very good, Bella.” He raised the flogger and lightly tapped her thigh. No flinch. No squeak. No safe word. Not a surprise.
This woman had strength in spades, and if she allowed him the right, he'd prove it to her. Open her to new possibilities. How she could use the sensation of pain to give her extreme pleasures.
He tapped again, harder this time along the same thigh, and she groaned. Reaching forward, he pinched one of her wax-coated nipples; then he hit harder with the flogger. He lowered his hand and swirled her dampness along her clit before he pushed his finger through her heat.
She jerked against his touch and thrust her hips forward. Totally expected. He'd brought her to the very edge of her orgasm and had denied it. Now overwhelmed with foreign sensations to her with the wax and the flogger, her body responded.
"Holy fuuuccck!” she shouted.
Again, he dropped his hand. Instead of allowing her to climax, he raised the flogger and came at her with a steady stream of heavy thuds in a figure-eight pattern. Her loud shouts spoke to the uncomfortable nature of the hits since she wasn't used to the sensation. But she hadn't pulled her safe word, and pleasure shone in her gaze, making her eyelids hooded.
Lovely red coloration decorated her torso and thighs, and damn, she was a beautiful sight. Her eyes glazed over, not really seeing him. Not acceptable.
Continuing with flogging her, he reached up and pinched a wax-coated nipple hard. “Awareness, please."
Her gaze became alert, and after a couple blinks, her focus returned to him. “Ow,” she snapped. “Ouch."
Oh, the sass. How he adored it. The flogger wasn't what she objected to, but the hard pinch he issued. “Stay in the present, and you won't get pinched."
He increased his speed with the flogger as the color of her skin along her thighs and hips deepened. A beautiful shade of red that impressed the Dom in him. Her head was lowered as she vocalized the intensity he pushed upon her.
Here was the limit she'd drawn. If she were any other submissive, he'd push her past this moment, increase the pain when she thought she couldn't take more, but he kept at the same intensity to avoid overstepping her boundaries.
He didn't intend to end this scene. Not now. Not with the woman who had enthralled him from a moment's glance was under his command. She'd yield to him by night's end. Or fuck, he'd die trying.
Dropping the flogger to the ground, he pushed his fingers into her slick heat, pumped them within her hot folds, and her body shook violently.
"Oh God!” she screamed.
"Not a bad way to address me, sweetheart.” He gave a low chuckle, laced his fingers into her hair, and angled her head back. “Are you going to come, Bella?"
"Oh God, yes,” she gasped. He
r eyes were so deep and ravenous. “Oh God, Sir."
Holding her tight, unable to move from the binds around her extremities, and now her head captured in his hold, he lowered his voice. Here was her test. “Beg for it, Bella."
The pleasure widening her eyes faded. Her brow creased as if she fought herself. And that reaction didn't shock him. Asking that of her was pushing her to her very limits.
Bella had probably never begged for anything in her life. He suspected she'd think it a weakness. But here was his limit too. She either gave him total control, or he'd not touch her again, no matter that something existed between them. At her silence, he yanked his fingers from her pussy when her climax peaked. A whimper escaped her as she sagged against the binds. He dropped down, undid the rope on her feet, then tossed the rope aside.
Keeping a good hold of her, he unlatched her wrists from the pole. With her arms still bound at her back, he stepped in behind her, drawing her in close, and placed his arm across her middle. Damn, did her sexy body feel amazing against him. Little. Tight. Perfect.
He slid his hand over her curvy hip, reached her clit, and circled it with the pad of his finger. Quick movements that had her body quivering in need. He rolled, flicked, and pinched at the bundle of nerves.
Her deep sigh made his groin tighten further. He skimmed the hand around her middle, up to her chest where he tweaked a taut bud, and fondled her beautiful breast. Her answering moans implored him.
He pressed his lips against her shoulder, bit down on her soft skin, which earned him a loud gasp from her. She ground her pussy against his hand, and he smiled along her silky skin. Fuck, he enjoyed her.
Pushing hard against her clit, he rolled the bud beneath his fingertips until she panted. Keeping a hold on her, he leaned around her, slid his fingers through her soft, damp lips, and thrust inward.
Her wet pussy tightened around his fingers. Slowing his strokes, he used light touches to refuse her orgasm. Having no doubt that if he thrust in hard once, she'd erupt.
Her breath became ragged. Body visibly shook. Head remained bowed to the ground. “I can't keep doing this.” No voice had ever sounded so exhausted. “I don't want to stop you, but..."
Too much?
He removed his fingers, stepped around to take measure of her, and kept a good hold on her arm since she swayed. Frustration rested heavy in her gaze but also held a hint of surrender. One wall was coming down.
Ah yes, she was unable to continue, exhausted from fighting against him, but she was also at the brink of handing him control. “You can. You will."
Her whimper didn't stop him from going right back to her splendid pussy.
Staying in front of her, he caressed her clit, moving it beneath his fingertip, and her eyes became hooded. She shuddered, and he thrust his fingers back into her center, groaning as she tightened around him. He wanted his cock right there, strangled by her orgasm.
Her eyes became dark before they shut. Although he would have demanded she look at him, he restrained the order. Baby steps would bring him to a final reward.
To deepen her pleasure, he moved his free hand up the middle of her chest, cupped her nape, and then pressed his mouth against hers.
Lips parted for his intrusion. Her tongue swirled and accepted his. Slowing his movements, he stroked her with a light touch. Tension radiated off her—an obvious fight not to give herself over to him.
Behavior he'd fix. A firm bite on her lip had her cringing, but a deep moan contradicted her body's reaction. He backed away and tangled his fingers in her hair, roughly shifting her head closer to him. “You like control, don't you?"
At her whimper, he added, “What does it feel like to not be treated like a princess that everyone tiptoes around?” Her pussy convulsed, and moisture flooded his hand. He jerked her head again. “To be handled as if you won't break?"
Her breath rushed from her lungs, her gaze wildly ravenous, and her cheeks were bright red. “I enjoy it, Sir."
He had no doubt she did, which was exactly why he upped the tension in the scene. To prove he wouldn't back down and, in fact, would only come harder at her if she refused. This power struggle she wouldn't win.
Tightening his grip on her hair, not allowing her to move, he stilled his hand. “Then enough fucking around, Bella.” His voice was deep and threatening as he intended to push her. “Beg for it."
He thrust his fingers within her, fast and hard, as he called to her release. Demanded it. Made it impossible for her to refuse him.
Everyone bowed to Bella—he'd seen it with her best friends—because of her overpowering personality. Not him. A low sigh from her mouth echoed in the room before her pussy clamped down on his fingers. At the first sign of her approaching climax, he yanked out of her, and she cried out in frustration.
Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he thrust back in, demanding her orgasm to rise. Her pussy seized against his fingers, and his balls grew heavy.
"I'll count to ten.” He stared intently at the struggling woman. “I'd learn to beg, or you'll be left here. Like this.” Her eyes widened, mouth parted to no doubt argue with him, and he'd have none of it. “Ten."
"No—"
"Nine."
She shook her head frantic. “Wait—"
"Eight."
He thrust two fingers into her pussy.
"Seven."
He withdrew; then he pushed back through her heat.
"Six."
He flicked her G-spot.
"Five."
Her deep sigh sent a wave of heat straight to his cock.
"Four."
Her pussy vibrated against him.
"Three."
Her lips parted.
"Two."
She gasped a loud breath, and those eyes...oh, those sweet sexy eyes of hers cleared with determination. “Please. Sir."
He lifted an eyebrow. “Please, what?"
Blue beauties twinkled at him. And for the first time tonight, he witnessed her desire to give him control, her expression wide open for him. Fuck, he'd give her all he had; she only had to ask.
Her ravenous eyes begged him, but that wasn't enough. He needed to hear her submission. She finally sighed, everything about her went lax, shoulders sank, and her body softened against his. “All right,” she whispered, sounding on the edge of fatigue. “Sir, I beg you to let me come."
Her submission empowered him in ways he didn't anticipate. He gazed at her, and within the depths of her eyes, he witnessed a Bella he hadn't met yet.
Soft and sweet. Willing and giving. He saw trust. In him.
"Now that sounded lovely.” He tightened his jaw as he pumped his fingers, using the full force of his muscles to render the woman cross-eyed. But here was a powerful lesson for her too. “And that is exactly the type of behavior that gets rewarded."
Her slick heat tightened around his fingers, making him work harder, but no sound came from her mouth until she screamed, “Yeeessss."
As her final shout of release echoed in the empty room, he withdrew his fingers but rubbed her clit to intensify the lingering effects of her orgasm. Christ, she looked beautiful, all boneless and flushed.
He twined his tongue with hers, and she kissed him in return with no restraint. Elation soared through his soul. Her trust in him touched him. A warm sensation that made him smile.
Once he backed away from her, he discovered he wasn't the only one grinning.
"Wow.” She exhaled with puffy lips. “I think I just came so hard that I, for all of a second, died.” At his arched eyebrow, she added, “Thank you, Sir."
He chuckled. “That, my Bella, was to get you out of this"—he tapped her forehead—"and to get this"—he smacked her pussy with a hard hit, and she gasped—"warmed up."
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Chapter Four
Tremors rocked Bella from the tips of her toes all the way up to her head as Kole removed the cuffs from her wrists. She was satisfied to her very bones. Never...not o
nce...had she come like that. It was more than a wave of pleasure washing over her—nothing less than a soul-deep explosion of euphoria.
Every nerve ending awakened and seemed to detonate from within. She'd never felt more alive than under the command of Kole, experiencing sensations she'd never dreamed possible.
While she realized that she'd finally succumbed to him, and wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, she recognized it pleased him. And that in turn gave her unexpected pleasure.
Following him with her hazy vision, he strode over to the tray, then deposited the cuffs and rope. Her pulse kicked up a notch as she studied him. This man hadn't used his cock, and she about up and died.
What next?
More pleasure.
More pain.
More Kole.
Oh, such sweet delights.
Turning back to her, he held a long piece of black silk in his hand. He ran his hands over it, twining it between his fingers, and she couldn't look away. The heat that had settled between her thighs now flared back to life.
He slid the silk down her arm. Good God! The softness of the fabric was utterly sexy—thrilling.
He placed the loose fabric over her neck, and it rested against her shoulders. Then, he wrapped it under her armpits and around her back.
Using a crisscross motion, he fitted the silk around her until her breasts were supported and her torso was covered, with thin areas of her skin showing. The last of the silk enclosed over her hips, where he tied a knot at the back, fastening it tight.
He returned to her front, and his gaze zoned in on her breasts accentuated by the silk, and burned a trail of hot passion down her stomach. “You're lovely presented this way.” He finally glanced back up at her eyes, his expression curious and probing, and the side of his mouth quirked. “Describe how this feels for you."
No one had ever looked at her as he did—pride, adoration, and wicked intent. She gulped to find her voice and considered how the smooth fabric held her. “Like I'm being hugged by soft hands."
He inclined his head, seemingly pleased that she understood his intent. “You presented like this makes me want to lay you out, spread you wide, and fuck you.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Something you might want to remember for the future."
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